Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1256

Aubree had come to realize that holding onto hatred for someone was just as consuming and challenging as loving them. That's why she never let herself hate Andrew. She just felt there was no point in getting tangled up with him anymore.

Yet, here was Andrew, almost glued to her side, keeping a watchful eye on her, just like she used to do for him. The difference was, her actions had been driven by deep love. Andrew's behavior now seemed more rooted in guilt. But for that matter, she didn't need

anyone's guilt. Those who deserved their comeuppance had already received it.

Taking a deep breath, Aubree decided to take a relaxing bath. Wrapped in a towel, she sat on the couch, studying her lines for tomorrow. Acting had become her way of experiencing different lives, and now, it gave her life meaning. Plus, she had a massive fan base. A single tweet from her could easily get over a hundred thousand comments. She felt the love of so many.

She once saw her lonely reflection in Brielle, but things had changed. Both she and Brielle were now surrounded by an intense love. It was a wonderful feeling.

After memorizing her lines, she rubbed her temples, ready to drift off to sleep. But then the lights flickered and the room plunged into darkness. It wasn't just her home; the whole neighborhood seemed to be cloaked in shadow. A power outage in the city center? That was almost unheard of.

for her phone on the coffee table, only to find it had mysteriously powered off. Panic set in swiftly, sweat beading on her forehead as if she was surrounded by unseen voices. Aubree's breathing

tears streamed down her face. Her foot ached, her body shivered from

up on the floor, clutching her ears tightly. The voices of fear seemed to penetrate every

could be, she didn't dare look up, eyes firmly shut. Andrew stood outside, calling her name,

huddled figure beside the couch. His heart clenched in pain, frozen in place

what's wrong? Are you in pain?

her whole body shaking. Andrew, placing the candle on the coffee table

I'll take you to the

with anxiety, his hand first checking her forehead for fever, then moving to

"Is it your stomach?"

glow, though

closed, felt like salvation But seeing the face before her